Love
Breaking the Boundaries of Love
Prologue A midst the hustle and bustle of modern Seoul, there is something beyond the boundaries of time and reality, something hidden behind the glittering city lights and the hustle and bustle of nightlife. Do Min-joon, a handsome man with a quiet and mysterious charm, has walked among humans for hundreds of years, watching history unfold and the hidden secrets of the human world revealed. Min-joon is no ordinary human—he comes from another planet, stranded on Earth since the Joseon era. Caught between a world that no longer belongs to him and a human life he has never fully understood, Min-joon is forced to adapt, waiting for the right time to return to his place.
By Garuda Cipta Kreasinusa2 years ago in Fiction
There Can Only Be One
Introduction This is for L.C. Schäfer's November Challenge which you can find out about here. This is a piece of fiction, if you want to take it that way, but I think most of you won't. There may be a poem that comes from this prompt but this has to be fiction.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
Castles in the Sky. Top Story - November 2024. Content Warning.
I remember the sparkle in those green eyes, the day we met. I recall the flash of her red hair in the sun and the way the freckles danced on her cheeks when she laughed. And that laugh – pure music. I learned what “lilting” meant that day.
By Dana Crandell2 years ago in Fiction
Showing me the magic
Years ago, in the vibrant city of Rio de Janeiro, there lived a young man named Pedro. Pedro worked at a prestigious marketing firm, but despite the outward success, he felt a constant undercurrent of dissatisfaction. He had been with the company for a few months, navigating a steep learning curve before settling into a routine. Yet, the nagging feeling that he was meant for something more wouldn’t leave him.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction
A Twist of Fate on a Midnight Train
It was during the summer of 2018 that Ana, a bright-eyed eighteen-year-old, returned to Brazil for her university studies. Her parents still lived in Europe, and she felt an overwhelming sense of homesickness in her first semester. Everything seemed daunting—adjusting to her new roommate, an aloof senior who barely acknowledged her presence, juggling the rigorous academic schedule, and adapting to the chaotic life in the student hostel. She found herself wondering how she would survive an entire year without seeing her parents. Adding to her woes, she had to endure the unofficially sanctioned hazing rituals of the first few weeks, which often left her in tears.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction
Life Circle
My back-door neighbors disappear almost fully every summer. It’s a slow, patchy, green obscuration, courtesy of a tall persimmon tree next to the fence that separates our houses. Today morning, as I stand at the kitchen sink filling water in a small saucepan and look out of the window in the back, their seasonal eclipsing is almost at totality. Only an edge of their terracotta tile roof and part of the upstairs window remain. Come fall, the gaps between the branches of the tree, bending under the weight of many fruit, will widen. And, as I walk through the different levels of my house, I’ll start to catch glimpses of them again. An upside-down triangle view of their patio door and the periodic appearance of the man as he jogs in circles around his house. Or, of the lady sitting on the step with her back resting against the pale brown-pink walls, head tilted, and her eyes closed against the sun. I always feel a strange reassurance at their reappearance. We don’t know each other, but they’re part of a cycle I unconsciously track, and though I can never be sure of the shape their return will take, I still count on the little predictability it offers.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction
A Tale of Love and Recognition. AI-Generated.
In the bustling city of Delhi, where dreams clashed with reality amidst the honking cars and crowded streets, lived Rohan, a dedicated software developer at a leading tech company. Despite his hard work and dedication, he often felt like a cog in a machine—unrecognized and undervalued. Each day, he trudged to work, hoping for a sign that his efforts were noticed, but those signs never came.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction
